’Guard your steps when you go to the house of God. Better to approach in obedience than to offer the sacrifice as fools do, for they ignorantly do wrong.
Do not be hasty to speak, and do not be impulsive to make a speech before God. God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few.
Just as dreams accompany much labor, so also a fool’s voice cos with many words.
When you make a vow to God, don’t delay fulfilling it, because he does not delight in fools. Fulfill what you vow.
Better that you do not vow than that you vow and not fulfill it.
Do not let your mouth bring guilt on you, and do not say in the presence of the ssenger that it was a mistake. Why should God be angry with your words and destroy the work of your hands?
For many dreams bring futility; so do many words. Therefore, fear God.’
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[Nantucket]
In the midst of the twin tornado hurricane, from below, the slowly air bobbing Mada Fryer watches the two magically matching teors fly into each other.
The area around the colliding won imdiately glows bright into a pink/gold orb, but as it grows incredibly fast, the flash of light turns more and more white.
As if realizing she might be in immanent trouble, Mada Fryer stops admiring the view of incoming doom and the sentient sword flies away as fast as her physical form can take the Goddess manifested into reality.
Soon, the single object resembling a miniature sun underneath the dark clouds blocking out the original, grows so large in diater, it breaks through the dark clouds without disturbing the storm.
However, once the "sun" eventually touches the island’s ground surface, it then instantaneously shrinks back to its original size before exploding into a blinding flash for anyone viewing.
Such a powerful nuclear explosion follows their collision, the wind from the aftermath is enough to blow away all the dark clouds, as well as overpowers the winds from the twin tornadoes to eradicate them both.
Unfortunately, the island has not but saved, but overco by a more destructive force.
Underneath ground zero, the sound wave from the catastrophic event is enough to completely crumble the right half of the island’s exposed ground.
To the island’s Eastern city developnt, a low rumble shakes whatever structures haven’t been demolished or thrown into the ocean by the tornadoes. Any material still around from the previous wind and rain, is without warning, eviscerated in seconds as the wave of heat reaches it.
The waterlogged island that was just downpouring, dries up within the blink of an eye and nothing once tethered to the ground remains.
Now with half of the historically famous sailing port covered by ocean flooding waters, MamMon DæMon cos floating down from the sky in her respective fluttering Money Tree cloak.
As if now sharing the sa uncertainty as her twin back in the dentist office, MamMon has a single bead of sweat run down her temple.
MamMon DæMon: "If I hadn’t spotted that ’ScourgingSeiõrSphere’ in ti, we could have been thrown back into the ocean with the rest of this dead land."
She looks around at the utter destruction and the now burning flat lands of the East.
MamMon DæMon: "At this point I don’t know whether that explosion was mostly due to Skalmönd or my sister’s rouge fignt of an acquaintance."
She looks upwards at the falling SeiõrSnow, and from the cloudless blue sky, two golden/pink "teors" free fall together, one of them with a flickering SanguineSoulSeiõrShield.
MamMon smiles as a flaming sword flies next to it, and Shelly grabs the flying friend to stop her otherwise terminal velocity.
MamMon DæMon: "Either way, if all these 2nd Generations need outside sources to achieve such feats, they are nothing more than ’Side-Bosses’ for Skalmönd."
She looks over as just before the unconscious Jesse Jas’ SanguineSoulSeiõrShield flickers out, she is snatched out of the air. The defeated Sheriff is then given a red and black SharedSoulSeiõrShield.
AgaMnon DæMon: "So you were the first one who was ’gassed out’ this ti, huh Phæstis?
But it was inevitable, seeing as you were going against the reincarnate of Skalmönd herself."
The perfectly tid rescuer with her cloak hood now removed then monologues while easily cradling her larger, new 2nd Generation partner like a sleeping baby.
AgaMnon DæMon: "You sure are lucky to have peaked my interest, ’Beta Gen’.
Even with the unnaturally born vessel of a DæMon, anybody without a form of protective SeiõrShield will instantly die due to radiation poisoning and atmospheric burns from the air you two carelessly created."
With her hood finally off, the phyisical identity of the 4th Wave DæMon is revealed.
Blowing in the strong breeze is the stunning Scandinavian witch’s strawberry blonde, bob cut hairstyle. The ends of her jaw length hair are black and curl inward, making the hair loops constantly brush her pink flushed, porcelain cheeks.
Her top lip covered in red lipstick, while the bottom with black, and a vertical streak of white in the middle of her smile.
Above which, is one sparkling left blue eye, but this particular Valkyrie/Völva offspring has, not a right alien symbiote, but what looks to be a cybernetic ocular sensor having replaced the original visual organ.
This unique eye however changes the intriguing woman’s iris with RGB lighting in a smoothly flowing transition through the entire color wheel before recycling.
AgaMnon DæMon: "To protect the ek of the world, that ’bubble’ was ford around you two by the always universally conscious Seiõr.
Since neither of you know how to properly enter a Mindscape arena, the ’bubble’ simulated one. Allowing the two of you to go all out, emptying whatever was left in your individual SeiõrStorage, the ntal energy to concentrate in there, and the physical energy to continue fighting.
The final result being a ScourgingSeiorSphere with just its surface layer being hotter than corium..."
With said eye, she uses it to look out at the jaw dropping view of the once residential island. After the blast, there are zero indications any life, flora or fauna, ever existing there.
AgaMnon DæMon: "...But with enough condensed energy to create an explosion equal to even my own hydrogen concentrated SelfSacrificialSeiõrShots, the inner core where these two collided, must have been closer to the temperature of the Sun’s surface."
She swivels her head and looks over at the floating Shelly about a football field away, midair.
The winning fighter still has her own Mach 3 SanguineSoulSeiõrShield protecting her, but from body language alone, it seems as if Takamagahara’s Ace were inconceivably confused from what just transpired inside the so called ’ScourgingSeiõrSphere’.
The bruised and scraped up blonde is straddling her antigravity sword and with wide blue eyes, Shelly looks at the front and back of her right hand, as if not sure what is even real anymore.
From the spot she floats in the air, the intellectual Shelly has silently pieced together what the 4th DæMon sister has also figured out.
Shelly(thinking): *Was that...a Mindscape?
It wasn’t anything like my Yggdrasil, but usually I’m only talking to Mada Fryer for a few minutes in Mindscape ti, which equals to only a fraction of a second in reality.
But how long were we fighting in there, and how long have I been away from Katsu?
I-It feels as if I haven’t seen him in weeks...*
AgaMnon DæMon(thinking): *Mathematics have never been my strongest asset, but if I had to make an estimate, it was 12.333 (repeating) seconds in this reality between the original forming of the bubble and it bursting. If the properties of ti within the makeshift Mindscape are the sa as an official one, Skalmönd and Phæstis must have spent what felt like two weeks of non-stop conflict to them.*
Before floating back down towards her older sister, AgaMnon looks one last ti at the reincarnate of the infamous Valkyrie.
Shelly feels the witch’s gaze on her and looks over at the obvious DæMon she hasn’t yet t, also hovering hundreds of feet in the air.
AgaMnon DæMon(thinking): *Literally a battle of physical, ntal, and Seiõr trained attrition.
With Skalmönd predictably ending up victorious.
... Just like the legends.*
With unconscious disappointnt in herself, the pink haired ex-Sheriff grumble mumbles in her sleep.
Jesse Jas: "ermmm...Juzz lem die."
She goes back to a soft snore while in the womanly arms of her cloaked captor.
AgaMnon DæMon: "Unfortunately, I can’t do that.
You’re coming back with , along with you, Phæstis."
Shelly watches as the new individual carries away her most recently defeated opponent towards the DæMon she has a Holmgang scheduled with in less than 24 hours.
Quickly coping over the events only she knows happened within the newest Seiõr responsible phenonon, and apparently being thankful to regain her appendage, Shelly confidently uses the floating weapon to push herself up and land her feet back on the fla crackling blade.
Shelly: "That must be another one of Laban’s older sisters.
Why is she taking the Sheriff while she’s knocked out?
Let’s go find out, Mada!"
The cooperative blade also hovers over, completing a triangle convergence of the three parties.
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